I like the way this place smells

Erys continued to totter alone, keeping up fairly well with Verias. His colorful tail wagged in pleasure behind him as his pink toed paws carried him over the trail. The man told him about his siblings, how his brother hunted and his sister had liked plants and that his mother had been a healer. The talk of family brought thoughts of his own lost blood to his mind. He felt the cold hole in his heart where his brothers should have been.

The young pup had hardly been listening to Verias as the thoughts of his lost family filtered through his head, but he did perk up at the mention of being taught self-defense. Erystotle nodded, simultaneously trying to rid his mind of memories of his foggy past.

”I would like to learn from you, Verias.” He answered politely as he navigated over a thick fallen log. ”Self-defense in basically the same as fighting right? Just protecting yourself instead of attacking?” He questioned, again having no experience outside wrestling with his littermates. Of course, he’d always been discouraged from playing. Whenever they laughed too hard their mother always got such a sad look in her eye.